on snow

by local author Mary Kate Ramsey Glime

the sun hangs low here as do the pine tree branches, heavy with snow everything is dormant but inside the little house everything is alive and moving and feeling the little girl kicks off her snow boots icicles hanging from her long hair - asking “where is the hot chocolate?” roasting vegetables tossing the remnants to the deer the cardinals and finches flit about - waiting for their turn. we read and dance and play and live in this little house, covered with snow, surrounded by trees and mountains and all that water - and we are grateful.

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